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Song Family Main Building.
Madam Song was holding her precious grandson, Little Jingxing, teasing him with a smile.
Occasionally, she glanced at her son and daughter-in-law sitting at opposite ends of the sofa. No one knew what kind of disagreement they had; since they returned, they hadn't even made eye contact.
Strangely, Song Yunchi didn't actively tease Mengmeng like he usually did.
"Jingxing, do you want to go cook with grandma?"
Little Jingxing giggled, his little paws curiously touching grandma's earrings.
Accidentally, he tugged hard.
Madam Song gasped in pain, and both Lu Meng and Song Yunchi looked over simultaneously, seeing their son's actions, they spoke in unison to stop him: "Jingxing, no!"
"Baobei, no!"
The words were out, and the two glanced at each other.
That glance was somewhat complex.
Lu Meng quickly looked away, came to Madam Song's side, and without further ado, pinched Little Jingxing's cheeks.
